Thursday, October 5, 2006
The moose hunt
In the interior of Alaska, my son-in-law, Larry McAlexander, went on a grand adventure. He and a friend flew to Anchorage, Alaska on a bear hunt -- he had never before hunted bear or been to Alaska.
From Anchorage, they flew in a smaller plane to Fairbanks. Disembarking there, they boarded two even smaller planes into the wilds of northern Alaska where at the end of the air route, they boarded a vehicle. After the vehicle, they walked into the wilderness carrying all their paraphernalia including the all important guns and set up camp with tents and whatever else they had brought with them. The whole trip took thirteen days.
After a few days, his partner killed a black bear that weighed about 700 pounds. The only bear that Larry saw was a huge mama grizzly with two cubs. So, being the sportsman that he is, he didn’t shoot that one. Instead, he shot a 1,500-pound moose with a 62” rack. It was a wondrous adventure but since he didn’t get a bear, he’ll have to go again.
Meanwhile back at the camp where they left the little airplane, the plane was parked on the top of the mountain. A gust of wind picked up the plane and chunked it down the mountain crashing it at the bottom. Thank heavens for wireless telephones, or was it wireless radio? Anyway, another plane had to be sent to get them out of this remote wilderness. I imagine being so close to the world those North Pole winds could be ferocious.
I thanked Larry for not inviting me to go on this trip. I don’t think my high heels would have fit, or sleeping in a tent on that cold tundra wouldn’t have done either.
Larry said that Alaska had the most magnificent scenery he had ever seen anywhere. He took photos (he was shooting everything with this camera) of the mountains and waterfalls and of one of the millions of years old glaciers in the world.
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